Page 65 of Five Summers

“Well, her favorite band was Radiohead,” I reply. “So, any of those, but I know one that we can sing.”

Her lips curl into a smile. “Creep!”

I nod and shift my gaze downwards, ready to play the first few notes on the guitar. With fingers poised, I eagerly anticipate the melody, determined to bring it to life.

As the music begins, Poppy’s seductive voice sings with mine, creating a mesmerizing connection. Our eyes lock, and together, our voices blend harmoniously, weaving a tapestry of emotions through the air. The energy intensifies with each strum of the guitar, igniting a profound passion within me.

As the song continues, our voices intertwine like vines, effortlessly harmonizing. Poppy’s sultry voice adds depth and allure, beautifully contrasting with the raw intensity of my own. Our eyes hold, a magnetic force pulling us closer. In that instant, the world around us fades into insignificance, leaving only the music and this single moment of time.

When the final notes hang in the air, a quiet stillness descends upon us. The bond of singing to my mother lingers, a palpable energy that leaves us breathless.

“Thank you,” I add, my voice choking with emotion. Tears come to my eyes as I envision how deeply my mother would have treasured this moment.

I look away, hoping to conceal my vulnerability from Poppy.

“Tell me more about what happened with your mom tonight?” I inquire, eager to shift my focus onto something else.

“Well, I told her about my plans a little while back and she was pissed. Has been every day since. And when she started on me again, I made it clear that it’s my life and I will do what I want.”

“Good. You need to do whatever makes you happy, Poppy. No matter how much your mom pressures you, don’t give in.”

“I won’t.”

When a cool breeze sweeps in, I notice Poppy shivering. She raises her hands and gently glides them over her arms, trying to soothe the prickling goosebumps on her skin.

“Come on, let’s go,” I say, getting on my feet. With my guitar in one hand, I reach out my other hand to offer her support.

“Are you sure?” she asks, taking my hand to get up. “It’s your mom’s birthday. I don’t want you to leave because of me.”

“It’s fine. I came straight here after school.”

As I walk home with my guitar in hand, Poppy by my side, we reach the 7-Eleven. In a hurry, I hand my guitar to Poppy and head into the store. I carefully stash a couple of chocolate bars in my pockets and rush out. Poppy's disapproving look says it all - she knows about my little adventure.

Not uttering a single word, she hands me the guitar and moves down the street with me following closely behind. Arriving at the front of her house she turns to face me.

“Are you coming in?”

“Sure,” I reply, following her down the front path and into the house.

Inside I rush to the couch, while Poppy shuts the front door. I carefully place my guitar against the couch. The minute Poppy walks by, my instincts take over. I wrap my arm around her and bring her in for that long-awaited kiss. Since I saw her tonight, I've been wanting this moment so badly, trying to resist my urges.

The kiss is hot and needy, igniting a fiery passion within me. Instantly, I'm rock hard. The intensity of our connection electrifies the air, sending delightful shivers down my spine. It’s a kiss that leaves me breathless, yearning for more. Filled with desire and hunger, I gently caress the side of her face with one hand while the other rests on her hip, walking her backward towards the couch.

Keeping our lips locked, I carefully guide her to the couch and settle on top of her. “You can’t even imagine all the things I wanna do to you,” I say in between kisses. “I want to touchyou everywhere. With my fingers, my tongue, my cock.” I grind against her, so she can feel how much she turns me on.

As soon as my lips touch hers, she instantly comes alive. Her arms wrap around me tightly, and her tongue passionately meets mine. I grip her hip firmly, feeling the intensity of the moment. She digs her nails into my scalp, both of us wanting more. The intense desire surges through me as she rubs herself against the undeniable bulge in my jeans.

“Fuck!” A low growl escapes my chest as she continues to grind against me, igniting a wild desire within. Thankfully, we’re lying down because my mind is in chaos. I run my nose along her neck, captivated by her intoxicating scent. I crave to explore and possess every inch of her.

Since I saw her in that fucking short skirt, I’ve been rock hard, yearning to be deep inside her. And she wants it too. I know it. It’s clear by the way she’s kissing me.

Suppressing a groan, I slide my hands up her silky thighs, causing her to tremble even more. My lips brush against her ear, while her sharp teeth graze the skin of my throat. My hand slips under her shirt, dragging it up to expose more of her stunning body. I firmly hold her waist and my thumb brushes against the delicate skin under her bra, making her melt.

“Lift,” I add, more a demand than a request, tugging at the end of her shirt. She lifts herself a little, making space for me to pull it up over her head and toss it somewhere in the room. But honestly, I'm too distracted by the gorgeous black lace bra to pay attention to where it lands. I then focus on the side zipper of her short skirt, carefully undoing it as she lifts herself a bit to make it easier to take off. I can't take my eyes off her, lying there in that sexy black lace bra and panties.

With one quick movement, I reveal her by pulling down the cups of her bra, then seal my mouth over her taut nipple.

The desperate, arousing sound that escapes her lips only adds to the allure. I let out a husky grunt as I flick my tongue against her nipple. I suck harder, so hard that it pulls a soft sexy moan from her that consumes my every thought.

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